Jan, 2013

Dust

There was dust everywhere, when we cracked open up the sealed derelict ship. We strode through it’s empty corridors and peeked into abandoned quarters.

And there was dust everywhere.

How could it be?

When the ship lacked oxygen. When it had been sealed for a thousand years in the deepest and darkest of space.

We got to the bridge and downloaded the logs of the ship. It showed horrible things.

Everything in space is relative. We had thought the dust was everywhere. What we hadn’t realized was that the dust was everywhere we were.

And the dust was very hungry.

The Book of Creation

There was a book that held the words of power and creation and there were beasts wanted it.

How they hunted us.

It was our curse, to protect the book. To run, constantly. To never know peace. There were times when it seemed too much to bear. To watch loved ones fall and never know a home.

And we did die. In suffering and in pain. We fended off the beasts, but one by one we fell. But we always kept the book safe.

For we were the people who spoke the words and brought forth creation on this world.

Aloft

We walked in circles and the birds did the same, gliding easily on the rising thermals and barely beating a wing.

You wondered what they thought, looking down at us.

I didn’t know what to say. They were birds and from their view, we all looked the same. The beast great and small, we were all carrion to them. What did they care how we spent our lives?

It’s the closest we’ll ever get to fly, you said, as we lay down in that green field.

She was right.

Bit by bit, piece by piece, we ascended into the sky.

Childhood Dreams

When I was a child, I pretended to be the king and rode my pony in mock battles against the cannibal hordes from the plains. I had a child’s view of the world.

But childhood ends.

My fearsome pony is old and my plow is dull, the black pox has taken many, and the cannibal hordes are on the march.

We sharpen our plows and pikes, an army of farmers. We fight the cannibals and defeat them. Help never comes from the king.

Tomorrow I shall lead my army to the capitol.

I wonder how it is to be king.